To the Waves, Some Time Ago
and they walk
into the lava flow ebb
of foggy night tides
awoke
cold currents, black sands
awoke to towering ramshackle effigies
where they worship
him
he
risen now
jagged stilts above the
ebony tide
and
they
in lines numerous
ant trails across
watery paths
raise
glint in their eyes
raise their hearts
to the glory of the
gray, gray sky
we
drag our hands
his hands across
our flesh, our
soft, silt
flesh
to mix with dark waters
and smear upon our
shrunken gods
saviors
until we are reddened
saviors from this hollow madness
as fingers clutch at, within
sight within
eyes
within ears, within eyes
more to the pile, hear
to the pile, sight
to the pile
fear
our sacred symphony
their beatific screed
with the waters rising, rising
reaching
uncharted branches towering
reaching beyond the stars
towards the
gray, gray sky
but
his smile
but his smile!
his beautiful smile
and nothing left of us
we
dissolving now
becoming scaffolds to
his sacred gaze
we
but slight creatures
we of hollow bones
picking at the remnants
of our silken flesh
and
dissolving
now dissolving now
now scaffolds to
scaffolds to his
gaze
the clouds fold again
as more people gather under
the gray, gray sky
